The ferry had been fitted with the latest technology and the last human operator had retired almost five years ago. The onboard computer ensured the boat ran on time – day after day after day.
Passengers got used to a computerised voice wishing them a good day. Many would say a cheery ‘thank you’ in reply as they disembarked.
The virus that engulfed the globe six months ago annihilated all of Earth’s living creatures in a matter of weeks.
Each day the ferry makes this journey. Its digital captain oblivious of his lack of passengers. His daily, cheery adieu, going unheard.
Photo Prompt © Ted Strutz
A 100-word story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.
The two large alien arachnids skulked in the shadows watching and waiting. Then the smaller of the two leaned across to the other and whispered,
“Tell me again Alf, how’s this going to work?”
“Dead simple Sam. When the human thing comes in here to put on his old boots his feet will be trapped in our webs. He won’t be able to move.”
“You start nibbling his right leg, I’ll have a go at the left. Well leave the arms and torso for lunchtime and the head will make a nice supper before bed. Are you ready?”
Photo courtesy of Sarah Potter
A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers.
Something a little different for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. My 100-word story is included in this video.
Don’t stand there gawping. What’s the matter? Never seen a rock before?
Of all the places I could have landed on it had to be your god-forsaken planet. I was quite happy you know, hurtling aimlessly through the solar system.Then your awful planet gets in my way and I find myself crashing through your atmosphere and landing here.
What’s that? You want a sample?
Oh dear, you’re another one of those rock collectors, aren’t you?
Go on then, just a small piece mind you and be careful where you chip away.
Maybe around the back, out of sight?
Thanks to CE Ayr for the original photo. (Hope you don’t mind how I’ve adapted it!)
“It’s Billy here boss. I’ve found the car. Just where you said it would be.”
“Good lad Billy. Look on top of the front tyre, driver’s side, you should find the ignition key.”
“Got it, boss. What now?”
“I need you to get it valeted Billy. I’m taking the wife out for an anniversary dinner tonight. I want the motor looking at it’s best. Take care how you drive it. Don’t want to find any scratches.”
“Oh and Billy, you’ll find a dead body in the boot. Can you dispose of that as well? There’s a good lad.”
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.
Photo courtesy of Kent Bonham